The Secret Wife of the BEM Chairman
Go with Gibran

"Mending we don't talk here, not too hard to talk here?" Nara looks worried because there are many people on campus and they talk about privacy which is quite confidential.

Gibran who was carried away by the atmosphere immediately tried to let out a long sigh and calm his mind. Hearing about Nara's household that sounds very miserable, making Gibran dark eyes and eager to take Nara away from the toxic marriage.

"I'm sorry, I'm in the mood. Here's your mask" Gibran said as he gave the mask to Nara again. Nara takes her mask and forgives Gibran. "Yes, if you want to go there, go there first. Later if you do, I want to talk?" In the end, Gibran gives time to Nara and does not put too much restraint on the woman.

"Yes, I'll tell you it's over." Nara went to see her friends and find out some information about KKN to be held.

Gibran combed his hair with his hands and let out a long sigh. It seems like he was overreacting to Nara just now. He was too upset to see a bruise on Nara's cheek. Where it might be because it hit the table, it was definitely because of the blow.

Until noon, Nara actually returned to meet Gibran in the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" ask the curious Nara.

"I need to talk to you, but not in a crowded place. What in my house? You want?" bring Gibran.

"Your house? Is your home here?" Nara was a little confused.

"There's something around here anyway. But Syakila was taken, huh? I miss Syakila," pinta Gibran.

"Currently, suspect that you are," said Nara. The truth is he is also happy if Gibran speaks like that.

Nara picked up Syakila first and went straight to Gibran's house. It is quite far from campus with a travel time of 15 minutes, however, because the Gibran motorbike is also good, surely he can drive quickly as well. While piggybacking on Nara, Gibran appeared to be very careful, keeping the two people behind him safe.

Until it arrived at a housing and Gibran stopped at a house that was located at the corner of the housing. Nara was very amazed to see the minimalist, yet luxurious house.

"This is your house?" ask Nara.

"Yes, just go in, there's no one inside. I live alone." Gibran enters the house and opens the door for Nara.

It looks like the house is very different from the house owned by Nara. Although minimalist, it looks very neat and the interior design is also good. He couldn't even get his eyes off the house. The wave of Gibran's hand to Nara's face made the woman conscious.

"Heh, why the hell? Come on in here," Gibran said.

Nara went straight into the house and sat in front of the television where there was also a mattress for one person.

"A–I can put Syakila here?" ask Nara.

"That's it, put it. Your shoulder must be sore, right?" gibran said from the kitchen and saw the man making a drink.

Nara immediately put the sleeping Syakila and followed Gibran to the kitchen.

"I made milk for you? What do you want to nyemil what are you? Like nuggets? Or sausages?" The man immediately offered a wide variety of food as Nara caught up with him to the kitchen.

"Eh, don't bother. I just want you to talk. I feel bad" said Nara.

"Liet down, consider it your own home. I live alone too." Gibran smiled kindly at Nara.

Not wanting to be troublesome, Nara also helped Gibran cook snacks for the two of them, Gibran who had never wanted to be helped finally resigned, they are now in the kitchen together.

Until the food was finished, and they also ate it together. Syakila was still sleeping very well, allowing Nara to talk to Gibran now.

"So, what do you want to say?" ask Nara.

Rendi let out a long sigh and sat down next to Nara.

"I'm still talking about that, why don't you split up with Rendi?"

Nara thought for a moment, she just didn't want Syakila to feel like she didn't have a father at such a young age.

"Poor Syakila isn't it? She had to feel this way at a young age if I divorced Rendi, and so on, my marriage was the same as a new Rendi at the age of corn. I'm sure Rendi will change." Nara is still expecting too high.

"But, if you play, he won't be able to change. Are you sure you want to keep gini?"

Hearing Gibran say that, Nara's hand shook violently, she immediately imagined how her husband was torturing her and continuously pressured Nara. Gibran looks at Nara's shoulder, as Nara's clothes are too big and Nara is getting thinner.

Gibran let out a long sigh and could not bear the woman next to him who still felt the trauma. Gibran held Nara's hand and calmed the woman down.

"You used to live here, huh? You've been through gini trauma." There were tears in Gibran's eyes and he was still trying to hold them.

"No way, I'm afraid he's getting angry" Nara said in a trembling tone.

"I'll take him. I'll threaten him. You must also dare to report or at least release him, Nara. He is not good for you" Gibran said with pity.

Nara tried to calm her mind, she was eager to agree with Gibran's words, but, she herself feared the consequences. Does he deserve this kind of kindness?

"A–aku was scared," said Nara.

"No, than you suffer, huh?" Gibran insists on asking Nara to stay in his house.

"Gi–how would he have told the police? Or what do I do for me?" Nara still thinks and doesn't want to trouble Gibran. "I appreciate your attitude, but, may you give me time? We'll be KKN soon, right? I'm the same Rendi won't see you for 1 month. Then, if she still behaves the same way, I'll ask you for help. How's it?"

Gibran heard it again and nodded his head. Nara's idea was pretty good too, after all, Gibran's actions also seemed too rash.

"Alright, but promise me that you'll move if Rendi gets you bad again huh?" pinta Gibran's.

"Yes, Gibran. Thank you very much yes. Why are you so good at me?" Nara turned to Gibran and wanted to know the answer.

Gibran looked at the tv, then smiled warmly. He then turned to look at Nara and their eyes met each other, to make Nara's heart beat very fast.

"Eh? Why am I deg-degan? Since when has he been that handsome!" Nara looks wrong and tries to turn her face away.

However, Gibran pulled Nara's chin slowly and pointed the woman's face towards him, Gibran immediately brought his face closer to Nara, until their lips were only a few inches away.

"Eh? Eh? Seriously want to do this? Heeh?!"

Although her mind and heart were turbulent, for some reason, Nara could not dodge. Gibran's face was getting closer. Nara, who was both nervous and comfortable, closed her eyes and let Gibran do what he wanted to do.